
I heard a bird’s
sweet song, happy
for winter’s warmth
out of season, and there
were blossoms blooming…
but it is too soon
frost is coming

under the starry night
sky it’s easy to believe
in dreams, making
promises that we
won’t keep…then
morning comes

I am just a
fool who lingers
a bit too long
in my head
bleeding poetry with
each heart throb

you could shine like
a diamond crushed
into a thousand
tiny bits, but
you are afraid
of flying
~kat

the mind knows
in a world of evil figureheads,
flowers only bloom
time does not stop







